Morning Stream of

after a night full of dreams
perhaps, may have been a 
night drawn into the dark
below the level of being
that animates the theater
after the sun has gone
to the other side of the
earthly thing. the remedy
for a previous day not yet
digested is a seat at a notebook
writing as words come:
an artificial (man-made)
shower of burning meteors
searing across the memory
lingering (hysteresis) on
eye bulbs, filaments that
point toward the stars 
making the constellation
of this next day.